our fluffy who isn't so fluffy
My daughter says a Maltese is combination wolf and bunny rabbit.
She named him Fluffy though I wanted
Falcon – my clever play on words.
Or Henry, the name I wanted for a
boy though I had two girls.
Or Boo-Boo, my nickname for my brother
whose passing made me stand there with Fluffy
in my arms that day.
One day he brought home Missy, a Cocker
Spaniel whom he laid at my feet while I washed
dishes. I jumped to see a brown lump of fur who
looked like Lady in that Disney movie. A
pedigree, he said.
Before that it was Baron who hobbled
around on a broken leg. Before him, there was
Blackie who stood with paws on my brother’s
shoulders as he waved his hand in front of
his face symbolizing rank breath.
In our lives for just a few moments like
travelers hopping off trains, asking for food, then
on their way to the next destination.
